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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin

shark vs the universe
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Today's Document
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Janaina Medeiros

Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

if i look back, i am lost
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@lunarkittenn
you can only reblog this today
my lips wanna talk to ur neck
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969, dir. Ronald Neame)
do you want to come over, turn off all the lights, and just go to sleep?
I don’t post on here anymore bc I don’t like the fact that so many people in real life who I did NOT give my tumblr follow me. Feels invasive tbh
Are you seeing anyone?
yes
I’m ab to ramble a bit and it’s kinda for myself more than anything
the last three years of my life have been hell, I can’t even sugar coat it. My cortisol has been through the roof, I have PTSD, I couldn’t leave the house or sleep comfortably. I was constantly anxious, constantly worried about my dad. And the entire time I knew it was a ticking clock, running lower and lower every day, every minute. It was brutal. It was exhausting. On top of that I had very selfish, ill intended people in my life, who did not care about my safety, my comfort, or my best interest.
I get it’s no one’s priority, but looking at the few who did treat me awfully in comparison to the friends that have all managed to be there for me in the ways they can is stark. I wish I could say how much I endlessly appreciate it. It also shows how possible it was to not be treated the way I was by Myles, or by Lucas, or by other people that said they were my friend but weren’t.
So now, after having lost my dad, and then been cheated on right after losing my dad, on top of the last three years and what happened with Myles; I’m tired. I have found I melt into anything soft, I am shown the slightest bit of love from my friends, family, even strangers and I can feel myself needing to hold back tears. I feel so sympathy baiting but I can’t help it. My body really does feel like it’s tipped over
People being gentle with me has been such a gift. Realizing I may need space to be allowed to have feelings has been so crucial to me because I really was deprived off that far too often when taking care of a sick parent who I KNEW was going to die and then DID.
The horrible really makes me appreciate the good, the small and the big. I wish I had poured myself into people that deserve it the most better than I have over the years, including myself. But I guess it’s okay that I can always start.
I feel like such a small human in such a big world that can be so unforgiving and cruel. I just want to be a good person, I want to be a supportive and loving friend. I want to do the silly little things I like to do and surround myself in the silly things that make me comfortable and have my small corner of the world where I can feel safe. I have felt so unsafe for so long and I just don’t want that anymore
jess williams
Hey pal, you just blow in from stupid town?
Tishani Doshi, from A God at the Door; “Survival”
we are all “difficult” sometimes. that doesn’t make you a problem or a burden or an inconvenience. it makes you a human being with feelings.
no offense but i just…. want silence everything is too loud and too much
I hate that I’ll wonder about it forever